"Youokay?"Stormasksfrommyotherside.
Imentallyshakemyheadtoclearit. "Fine."
Andtherewassomethinghappening--somethinggoingon--
ButI'velostit.
Moreimportantly,Idon'tcare.NotwhenJianyu'sdragonissoaringjustabovemine,andRafe'sglidingbeneathme.Asmymates'powerful,sleekdragonssurroundmine,acrackleofdesireracksmyentireframe.
Buttheheatweletgrowtoaninfernothelasttimeweallflewtogetherdoesn'tbuildinthesameway.Itsmoldersgently,mymates'energymorewarmthanhot.
"What'sup?"Iask,mydragon'sgazedartingamongthefourofthem.
"Nothing,"Maliksays,buthisauraoftensiontellsmeotherwise. "JusthadsomethingIwantedtoshowyou."
Well,thathasmycuriositypiqued.
"Soifyou'redoneflutteringarounduphere..."Rafeintones.
Iglancefromonematetothenextagainandflapmywingsinthedragonequivalentofashrug.InodtowardMalik. "Leadtheway."
Chapter
Eighteen
EMBER
Weendupinthesamewingofthecastlewherewe'vebeenstaying,butonalevelofthecomplexthatI'venevervisitedbefore.Unliketherestoftheplace,whichisbrimmingwithUnityrefugeesandalltheotherswho'vecometojoinourfight,themarblehallwaysareeerilysilent.
Itrymybesttobepatient,buteventually,mycuriositywinsout. "Wherearewe?"
Malikdrawsmecloseagainsthisside,andthecoolcalmofhistouchseepsintome. "Theroyalquarters."
Iglancearoundwithfresheyes.Onthesurface,thissectionofthecastleisn'tthatdifferentfromtherest,butnowthathementionsit,there'sahigherlevelofrefinementandelegance.
"Ihopeyou'llforgiveme--I'vehesitatedtosettleourguestshere."
Ishakemyhead. "Ofcourse."
Forbothsentimentalandlogisticalreasons,thatwouldbecomplicated.
"Ifweexceedcapacityintheotherwings..."heoffers.
Isqueezehisarminunderstanding. "Iknow."
I'mstillconfusedaboutpreciselywhatitiswe'redoingherenow,though.Iglancearound.Raferollshiseyesdramatically,asiftomakefunofallthefuss,buthe'sotherwiseuncharacteristicallyserious.Stormshootsmeasmallsmile,andJianyumeetsmygazewithanencouragingnod.
Atlonglast,wearriveatanunassumingdoorattheendofanechoinghall.Malikgraspsthehandle,anditglowswiththefamiliarshineofamagicallock.Mybrowsdrawtogether.Securityhereishigh,butthisisnextlevel.
ButthemomentIfollowhiminside,it'sclearwhy.
"Thisis..."Itrailoff,takinginthepastel-coloredwallsandthesoftcarpeting,therockingchairsandplushcouchesandcarefullyarrangedshelvesfullofpristinetoys.
Alineofcurtainsseparatestheroomintwo,andonthefarendareacribandasmallbedandanotherrocker.TheaestheticofeverythingisuniquelyWaterDragonKingdom,withflowinglinesandnaturalwood.Butyoudon'thavetobeanexpertinearlychildhoodeducationtorecognizewhatthisis.
"Thenursery,"Malikconfirms,comingupbehindmeandwrappinghisarmsaroundmeinagentleembrace.
Awelloffeelingopensupwithin,myvisionblurringaroundtheedges.Itakeinthespaceagain,andbeforemyeyes,ittransforms.